Mambo Celeste’s shack was dimly lit, shadows flickering on the walls lined with dark artifacts and mystical symbols. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the metallic tang of arcane experiments. Vials and beakers filled with strange, glowing liquids bubbled on cluttered tables, and ancient tomes lay open, their pages filled with cryptic runes.
Mambo Celeste stood at the center of the room, her piercing eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. Her long, dark robes flowed around her like liquid shadows, and her fingers, adorned with rings of obsidian and silver, tapped rhythmically against a blackened table. Beside her, Igor, the evil vampire, loomed tall and imposing, his pale skin almost luminescent in the dim light. His red eyes were vicious, with a cold, vicious in
